Seven Months Old

and a bit more. . . I feel like I am always just trying to keep up. Max turned seven months old this past Saturday. We continues to grow by leaps and bounds. No more teeth have appeared, I am hoping we are in the clear on that front for a bit. He has decided that he doesn't like peas and that he loves applesauce. It is so funny to watch his face when he tries new foods. We fed him peas out with Nonna and Nonno and he didn't like them at all. Nonno Mason said that Max has good taste.

I did take him to the doctor this past Monday. He had developed a crazy rash on his chest. He was also being super fussy, well at least he was being fussy for Max. Being the over protective, first time mom that I am I took him in. I thought maybe he was allergic to something because the rash seemed to come out of nowhere. Ends up our little man has eczema. The doctor said it tends to flare up when the weather turns cooler. I need to put lotion on him twice a day and cover the sore spots with hydrocortizone cream. It seems to be doing the trick. The rash has cleared up and he is back to being is happy little self.

Pumpkin Patch Fun

What a weekend! Today Max had his first pumpkin patch experience. Hard to believe that it is mid October looking at these pictures! The temp was nearly 80 today. This afternoon we met our friends Terry and Emily and their two girls Lily and Vivien at Rombachs pumpkin patch. It is a family run pumpkin patch with all kinds of fun things to do. While Max was too young for the swings and maze, he had fun being pushed around in his stroller. He was very perplexed by the grass when we sat him down for a couple pictures. He wouldn't look up, he was too busy playing with the grass that was tickling his legs. Overall it was a fun day and we even walked away with a great pumpkin.

Max had another fun first yesterday. Brian and I took him to Gymboree for their music class. We have been meaning to take him to a music class since our friend Jackie told us about a class she takes her son to in Kansas City. The only place that offers classes that we can take advantage of is Gymboree - they were the only ones with weekend classes. We took Max yesterday and he had a great time, at least I think he had a great time. Brian thinks it is a bit of a gimmick. They have super friendly teachers that get the babies to smile so that the parents think it is the best thing ever. I guess I am a sucker. I think we are going to sign Max up for a month long session. They focus on all different types of music. Yesterday was the first in a string of Latin song lessons. I can't wait for our next class!

Max's New Best Freind

Max has only been sharing the house with the pets since he came home, but I think he just discovered the cat. He loves grabbing him and squeals with delight every time Chewy walks by. I guess Chewy is a little softer than the dog and he is also right on Max's level. Whenever Max sees Chewy he throws his little body at him and grabs on with all his might. When he gets overcome with excitement he tries to take a big bite, but he quickly realizes that cat fur doesn't taste too good. So far Chewy has been a trooper. He just lays there for a while and lets Max go to town. After he has had enough he makes a smooth get away for a while. Thank goodness we have such an easy going cat!

Max continues to do well eating solids he now understands that he needs to close his mouth and swallow the goodies. Speaking of his mouth, there has been a lot of action going on in there. My little man has eight, yes I said eight, teeth! Five of them are completely visible and the other three are just through. One of his top ones looks so sore. I feel bad for him because I know it can't be fun. I have new empathy when he wakes up for a middle of the night nursing session. All of these teeth have thrown an kink in things and he is getting up once every night to eat. I know at this point he can make it through the night and he just wants me for comfort, but with all these crazy teeth I am willing to give it to him. He is growing up so quickly, am not ready to give up some things yet. Although I do have to admit that sleeping for eight hours straight was nice for a while there. I am sure he will be back to that point in a little while. Even though his mouth must hurt like crazy he continues to be a happy little guy. We are so lucky and we count our blessings every day!